Understanding My Dance

While dancing under the influence of the Mexican moon to some old Motown songs I found myself reflecting on how as a teenager I spent hours dancing alone in my room emoting to the same tunes. Now as a middle-aged woman, I have had the highs and lows of love but only recently have come to realize that those pre-cognizant feelings, which pre-dated any actual romantic experiences, still appear to be running my relationships. Just like my natural dance movements, which have changed very little over the years  - my emotional response to love has remained constant. I am filled with contradictory feelings and multiple subtexts. Like these Mowtown lyrics, I am the starry-eyed fool, the trapped victim and the ever-enduring devotee. This is my inner song that un-knowingly has played through my romantic life. I now understand this to be my dance.